It's A Dog Eat
Diet Guru World

Donna Huston
Murray: No Bones About It

Nancy Drew she's not.
Ginger Barnes is more Martha Stewart (sans the valium) than Miss Marple,
more housewife than Sherlock Holmes. But she still manages to get leashed
into helping with yet another murder along Philadelphia's Main Line in
Donna Huston Murray's No Bones About It, the fourth in her
series of Main Line mysteries.

Everything
seems to promise a nice normal summer for the Barnes family. Gin's husband
finds himself embroiled in the off-season duties of a private school headmaster:
building a new gym and juggling day camp coordinators. The kids spend
their days at the camp, one as a counselor in training, the other as a
camper. Gin gets to spend her quality time in a power struggle with a
cantankerous pup named Gretsky.

A call from an old
not-so-friendly-friend lands Gin collar deep in the doggedly brutal murder
of diet guru Karl Vogel. The suspect? The same not so amiable acquaintance,
Linda Arden, professional dog trainer and ex-spouse of the deceased. The
means? Vogel's prized German shepherd, Tibor. Police find the pooch at
Vogel's side, snout covered in blood. Bite marks edge the hole ripped
in his master's throat.

Now it's up to Gin
not only to prove Linda's innocence but to spring Tibor as well, saving
him from a canine death penalty. If Linda did program the guard dog to
bite the hand -- or throat -- that fed him, she faces life in "kennel,"
and Tibor faces his own lethal injection. Standing in the way of mistress's
and dog's vindication are a menagerie of potential suspects: a former
employee fired for gaining weight, a grieving father who blamed Vogel
for his daughter's death, dissatisfied customers and a very vocal, local
animal rights activist.

Against
the manicured and white picket-fenced suburban landscape of Philadelphia's
Main Line, Murray sets a cast of characters almost as odd as the situation
they're dealt. Mingling the tedium of traditional housewife duties (if
raising two virtual teenagers can be considered tedium) with the thrill
of amateur sleuthing, Murray paints the portrait of an unconventional
detective -- a good thing, since the murder of Karl Vogel appears anything
but conventional. Murray combines the domestic and criminal aspects of
Gin's life so seamlessly the reader doesn't notice how starkly the two
aspects contradict each other.

So who really killed
Karl Vogel? And did his faithful companion really apply the fatal hickey?
It seems only Tibor really knows for sure, and he's not letting the cat
out of the bag just yet.